Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-07-20
A LOVE MATCH.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

1t WaS 1lilY November nlgnG Wnon
the train got into Hampden.
Hampden was one Of those new,
unfinished places which requires the
brightest sur light, the greenest frame
of quivering leaves to make them at
all presentable. And in the gray, un-
compromising medium of the Novem-
Der dusk, Hampden looked dreary
enough, with the dark chimneys OF
the new silk mill rising out OF the hem
lock woods, the staring Queen Anne
depot, the church, which bore a
strong family resemblance to q child 8
wooden toy, and the stone quarry to
the left, which reminded the thought
full looker-on OF q gigantic fertilization
in an unfinished state.
'sHumphl" said Mrs. Medley, as she
looked around her. "a queer place"
Her niece, Phebe, was there to meet
her, with box wagon and white
nosed horse.
''Folks can't always choose whe1 9
they're 10 i've" said Phebe, who was
always in a state of antagonist to
Mrs. Medley. S'And Hampden is good
enough for mel'
chow is Philip!'' said Mrs. Medley.
'sPhilip is WELL" said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt
Nedley's trunk into the wagon
Philip Barrow was Mrs. Nedley's
fav0rite nephew. She had paid his
bills 81 school, superintendent his for
tunes, and finally purchased for nim
share in the new silk mills.
He's ali I've got, said Mrs. Ned
ley, except Phebe, and Phebe and [
never did hitch horses together. And
/ want him to succeed IN the world. +"
But within few days a new claim
ant aad risen to Aunt Nedley's pro-
lection and tender consideration.
s'To be sure she is no relation to
ms" said Mrs. Medley. "But her
mother was my dearest friend, and l
think will adopt her 'tor my own. -
And it was scarcely an hour from
the time in which she learned that
Silvia Grey was an orphan, that she
wrote Kind letter to the girl, invit-
inc ne~ 20 come to the East TOR q
visit:
''Tt you like it, my dear, there need
be no occasion Tor your going back, !"
SIZE wrote. "We are both alone. Let
us De companions to one another"
Sne aad waited and waited, and no
reply arrived; and while she waited.
Il EDk%u AEN EIOAC1 RtSOiA Al AC1
IF she is her mothers daughter,
she can't help being pretty" said Mrs.
Nadley. phil is a handsome lad.
she shail marry Phil"
And this explains Mrs. Medley 8
presence at Hampden.
II suppose you are still keeping
house for Philip" said she TO Phebe,
as they drove along ia the chill twi-
liglt.
ssNo, said Phebe, skillfully guiding
the old horse down g steep place in
the road.
"Ee boards, eh?" said Mrs. Ned
ley.
s'No, ne don't board" answered
Paabe. His wife keeps house for
him
WHAT" said Mrs. Medley.
FSHe Is married" announced Phebe,
very much in the tone in which she
might have said cit IS g cold even.
ing OF S'The train is late
"PhiIip married." repeated the old
lady-'smarried Stop, Phebe-don' t
drive q step further! Turn around at
once. Take me back to the station.
I'll return TO Concord"
"Ain't you going to see Philip?''
asked Phebe.
s.Not If he is married." answered
Mrs Medley in choked voice.
ssHe's got a proper, nice wife, y
D!8aded Phebe. E'You'n like her"
''No, shan'tl" said Mrs. Medley
ssPhiLip-marriedl Phebe, if you
don't turn around, I'll get out and
walk"
Mrs. Nedley's will was like ada
maut, and Phebe Barlow was forced
20 succumb TO it.
And so it happened that Phebe and
the white nosed pony arrived, solitary
and alone, st the little cottage of the
mill SUPERINTENDENT half an hour after
ward.
Phi came out into the porch,
carrying lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil ran after him with q pink
apron tied around her trim waist,
and aer brown fringe of hair blowing
back from her forehead.
''Where's my aunt?" said Phil, as
Phebe jumped out. didn't she
Gomez
''she came" said Phebe CURLY;
shut she's gone back again.
s'Gons back again 2"
Eyes. She didn't like it because
you've got married, so she's gone
back by the eight-six train"
''0h, Phil cried Mrs. Barrow, who
was q round cherry-cheeked little
woman, with soft, hazel eyes and a
mouth like a red rosebud, "what
snail We do? Why didn't you con-
suit her before you married me?"
Phil Barrow broke into great
laugh.
my DEAR" said ne, sit wasn't her
consent I wanted, it was yours"
'sOhi But Phil, she has done so
much Cor you"
''She's good soul, but she's eccen,
tric," said the mill superintendent.
$50 II, Phebe, and get your tea"
FsT'm sure I can't eat mouthful,' u
said Ms. Phil, despairingly. "And